Faith and Autumn / Poems by Chad Thieman

Falling Again

There I go, falling again,

Another obstacle around the bend,

Leading me off the narrow path.

Father, I wonder where you are at,

When I start falling again.

When I question you about this,

Your answer always amazes me.

You simply say, “My child,

You can’t stumble on your knees.”

So I get down on my knees,

And pray, as humble as I can. I ask you, Father, please,

Forgive me for falling once again.

Halls of Splendor

Through halls of splendor,

I tarry in this wood,

In this forest filled with color,

Where God is understood.

The leaves dance

In this cool autumn breeze,

As they fall upon the path

Stretched out in front of me.

I walk the forest floor

On a crisp November morn,

Giving praise to the Maker,

For all that He has formed.

Through halls of splendor,

I tarry in this wood;

In a forest filled with color,

Where God is understood.

The leaves dance

In this cool autumn breeze,

As they glide to the ground

From lofty, ancient trees.

I walk the forest floor

And find serenity,

Giving thanks to the Lord

For all He’s given me.

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The Pumpkin Carver

There’s an old pumpkin carver,

Who carves both great and small;

Many faces to be seen,

Upon his garden wall.

His work is displayed there,

Through every autumn season,

And people come from miles around,

Just to purchase one and see them.

Every pumpkin is unique in plan,

Each carved with great care,

By old, worn, and calloused hands,

As he sits silently there.

He cuts a face out with a grin,

Removing earthly seeds within;

Scooping the pulp out from inside,

Making room for his light to abide.

Along the Appalachian Trail

A brisk Appalachian breeze,

Brings the scent of fresh fallen leaves;

As they lie upon the path,

The path of uncertainty.

And, I’m standing here once again,

With my face against the wind;

Reflecting on who I am,

And the places I have been.

Finally seeing beyond the regret,

I know, I must never forget;

All that brought me to this place,

Upon the mountain of God’s grace.

I pause to take it all in,

The air, the view, the Spirit’s wind.

Along this trail I find serenity,

As His presence and grace envelop me.

Chad Thieman

Chad writes Christ-centered and faith-filled poetry, parables, proverbs, devotions, and inspirational short stories. He and his wife, Tina, live in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. They both enjoy walking in nature, inspiring others, and living out their faith in the local community. Chad’s books are available on all major online book retailers.